Felix looked at the magic pattern on his wrist. It looked a little hideous and was oozing into his skin little by little. Felix felt a tingling pain, as if these spells were poking out thin needles and stabbing into the flesh and blood skin.

Dumbledore's face was pale, and the process of transferring the talisman was not as easy as he said, especially in his current weak state.

Felix can't remember exactly when he last cast a spell.

"Dumbledore!"

A yellow-faced witch with short black bangs appeared in the picture frame of the principal's office.

"How is the situation?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully.

"Two things." The witch gasped: "The people from the International Wizards' Federation made an accident when they left. A student recognized Grindelwald through the inconspicuous patterns on their clothes. They had a conflict - fortunately, McGonagid Akinbad appeared in time. Now that the problem is resolved, Grindelwald has been taken away."

"Gellert didn't wake up halfway?"

"No-he was unconscious all the way."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Babajid Akinbad? That new chairman?" Felix interjected, and at the same time, in order to divert his attention, he always wanted to burn the pattern on his wrist. He turned to Dumbledore:

"Didn't you let me pay attention to Grindelwald in the near future? I took a look at the school near the school - to prevent any saints from being able to think about it - but didn't see the name on the live spot map."

Dumbledore thought, "Babajid did not mention in the letter that he was coming...it should have been a temporary decision."

"That's the second thing," said the yellow-faced witch in the frame. "He and McGonagall are rushing towards this side, and the two will arrive soon."

"Let me deal with him, Dumbledore. Use your method." Felix said eagerly, naturally referring to sending Babajid away in disguise as Dumbledore.

"No, Felix, stay." Dumbledore said in a faint but clear voice, looking at the portrait of the principal waiting quietly on the wall, "Thank you to go there, Evra. Let Minerva take Babajid to find a place to rest, and everything will be said until tomorrow."

The yellow-faced witch in the picture frame responded and disappeared.

Facing a puzzled look, Dumbledore said as briefly as possible: "Avoid any troubles - I'm going to Harry soon, and you must concentrate on eliminating the magic that originally belonged to me in the talisman, and hurry up before Garrett wakes up!"

Felix nodded, immersed himself in his mind. At this moment, a bright spell was entrenched on his right forearm, which looked lazy and not dangerous. But Felix had no doubt that if he placed this thing on other wizards, even Snape, could not bear it.

Because essentially, this thing is part of the curse imposed on Grindelwald.

Or to put it another way - Dumbledore took the initiative to intercept a fragment of the curse, which made it lose its aggressiveness after being improved. At the same time, because the two are of the same origin, Dumbledore can sense Grindelwald's state.

In turn, it also holds.

But Grindelwald's imprisonment was too strong, and he could not call it at all.

Nearly eight hours before dawn, which was about the same time Felix expected Grindelwald to wake up. He was confident in the strength of his spell unless there was a fool who used a powerful resurrection spell on Grindelwald.

He and Dumbledore are not gods, but have done everything they should do as much as possible-

The exclusive wand on Grindelwald was taken away immediately, which almost knocked him back to his original form and turned into a squin again - the transfer spell did not affect the effect of the imprisonment magic on Grindelwald, but before Felix regained control of the spell, he could not detect the other party's status.

In addition, Dumbledore personally communicated with the people of the International Wizards' Federation, not to mention that during this period, Felix kept paying close attention to Grindelwald's abnormal behavior as Dumbledore's instructions - the spectator in Neville's hand is not a secret, but Felix and Hermione concluded that the spectator was bad and had no other magic attached.

But even so, they can't guarantee that everything will be foolproof.

Dumbledore hoped that Grindelwald would live, even if Grindelwald's final impression of him was the cold side. Therefore, things are so troublesome and many tricks cannot be used, but Grindelwald has never been an easy character to deal with.

In the worst case, Grindelwald found that the talisman controller was replaced - but that was all.

His ending will not change.

As for the saints' robbery, perhaps this matter is a huge trouble in the International Wizards' Federation, but when Felix masters the spell, he can sense Grindelwald's general position based on it. Unless he keeps moving, he will be found by Felix sooner or later.

With Felix taking the lead, Grindelwald's chances of escape are actually very low - unless hundreds of wizards guard him day and night.

After all, Grindelwald's own strength is no longer at its peak.

However, Felix roughly guessed a possibility: if the magic world is exposed one day and the situation is difficult, Grindelwald will be a dangerous trump card. This may also be Dumbledore's idea.

...

Felix was almost focused and used his heart. In addition to trying hard to control the talisman, he also focused some attention on the scene presented by the mirror in the air. At this time, Voldemort had been awakened. He squinted his eyes and looked around, but he never expected that he would appear in a forest.

"Where is this place?" Voldemort asked softly after a while.

At this moment, they were sunny above their heads and green grass under their feet. The wind from somewhere made the leaves rustle. But not far away, a huge dragon dragged more than a dozen carriages and appeared. Although the memory was a bit long, Voldemort still recognized what it was at a glance - a roller coaster that was only found in the Muggle Amusement Park.

Although the roller coaster built by Muggles will not hang on the snowy mountains and there will be no tracks under it... Voldemort doesn't find it ugly. On the contrary, he looked at it quite pleasantly and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Salazar Slytherin's Secret Room." Harry said expressionlessly, "Felix-Hip," he paused, "to transform the Secret Room into what it is now."

"So how many kilometers I am under Hogwarts now?" Voldemort said, catching a leaf on the ground and crushing it bit by bit. He smiled and a scarlet light came out in his eyes. "Severus! I thought you betrayed me for a time. It seems that I was wrong. Yes, no matter how great a person is, he will make mistakes. Be sure to accept my apology. My loyal friend--"

He said as he opened his arms and walked towards Harry, as if he wanted to give him a warm hug while celebrating his smooth escape. But Voldemort stopped.

Snape's eyes made him feel unfamiliar. Something more appeared from the deadly silence that emanated from his black pupils on weekdays. It was so hot and dazzling that he could not pretend to turn a blind eye - Snape's eyes were filled with the light of hatred.

"Severus?" he said slowly, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Dumbledore and Hepp decided to lock you up permanently, but I don't agree, that's too cheap for you. I stole this from Dumbledore's office." Harry said a half-true lie, throwing the white wand at Voldemort's feet, and holding Snape's wand.

Voldemort stared at the wand on the ground in a daze. He would not admit his mistake. This was his first wand, which was extremely powerful. If it weren't for being stolen by Dumbledore, he would never have thought about finding a replacement.

He thought he had lost it forever, but at this moment, his wand appeared dramatically before his eyes.

Without the joy of losing and regaining, he was even more surprised by Snape's attitude. "Pick it up, let's fight." Harry coldly explained his purpose, "I have set up an anti-phantom shifting spell around him, and I can't escape." Voldemort looked at him with evil eyes. Harry thought he would say something, such as asking him the reason, but Voldemort didn't. He stretched out his hand and the wand on the ground flew into his hand "swish".

The slender fingers gently brushed the wand that originally belonged to him, "I don't know you hate me so much, Severus? Why?" Voldemort hissed. In fact, most of his energy was focused on checking his wand to see if anyone had been tampered with. At this moment, strength was the key. Of course, he was also very interested in knowing why his servant suddenly changed his attitude.

He initially believed that Snape was sent by Dumbledore or Hepp, and had some ulterior motive, but now he doesn't think so.

"Of course I-" Harry said subconsciously.

"Don't lie to me!" Voldemort sternly, "Do you think I can't see the hatred in your eyes?" He suddenly raised his wand, at a very fast speed, as if his previous weakness was disguised.

"Heart-broken!"

"Armor protection!"

The spell flashed through Harry's hair, his heart pounding. He didn't expect Voldemort to attack suddenly. He subconsciously counterattacked, but he was right - he came to die, not to be tortured by Voldemort without control.

Voldemort looked even more angry and shot spells repeatedly, but they were not dead spells. He was still rational and wanted to catch Snape and force information out of his mind.

"You dare to resist me! Resist your loyal master? Why?" he roared loudly.

"I thought you should have thought of it long ago - because of Lily Evans." After a silent confrontation, Harry said, his calm voice filled with hatred, as if he had become the real Snape, speaking with his mouth: "You took her life."

"Lying! You said you didn't care about that woman at all, and you would find a better one - to be honest!" Voldemort shouted.

"Oh, let me think, of course I would say that at that time, otherwise how could I continue to stay among the Death Eaters undercover? Think about it, Voldemort, why did you fail repeatedly? Because I am no longer your person, much earlier than you thought - since you chased her and her family, I surrendered to Dumbledore, and after Lily died, I had only one purpose of living-"

"Hope--you-death." Harry said word by word.

"Absurd!" Voldemort shouted, leaving his anger. He could not tolerate being deceived, especially like a clown, for more than ten years, but a voice told him that all this was true: Snape did not betray him recently, and from beginning to end, his loyalty was a disguise. He actually allowed the traitor to be in a high position and constantly conveying various information to Dumbledore. He even regarded Snape as his proud work. This was a huge blow to him.

Harry felt the anger in Voldemort's heart, and the magic power accumulated at the tip of the staff, so he decided to add another weight.

"You don't know yet? Severus Snape's patron saint is the head deer, like Lily Evans's, and has never changed! Do you need me to show it to you? Look, the escort of the gods-"

A silver creature appeared and disappeared. Harry did not let it appear completely, and the big horns were hidden in the silver mist.

"You're a clown, Voldemort," he said contemptuously.

Harry succeeded, Voldemort was completely angry, and he was full of murderous intentions. Then, a green light flashed. A strong idea of ​​survival shouted in Harry's mind, telling him to dodge quickly, but he realized that he could not do this. The conflicting mentality made the wand in his hand only lifted an inch and was hit by Voldemort.

Harry fell to the ground and lost his breath of life.

The voice of "Avada gnaws on the big tile!" came slowly.

At the same time, Voldemort also felt a sudden heart-wrenching pain, and he fell on his back...

I don't know how long it took, but Harry heard someone calling his name. The voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He was confused and floating in the pleasant air, and his heart felt extremely relaxed, as if all the pressure he had been carrying in this life had disappeared.

He wanted to lie for a while (although he wasn't sure where he was lying), but the voice kept urging him to become clearer and stronger, and he fell back from the extremely wonderful feeling back to the cold reality.

Harry opened his eyes, looked at the old face that was so close to him, and suddenly woke up.

"I-Professor Dumbledore?"

"You slept so hard, Harry." Dumbledore said happily, "I called you for a long time."

"Oh, sorry, why am I here? Am I fighting Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Think about it, Harry." Dumbledore said encouragingly, his tone exactly the same as when he taught Harry about the problem before.

"I……"

Harry tried to recall, his memory was a little blurry, but when he decided to think about it, those memories came back immediately, lifelike. He clearly remembered what happened. He went to the secret room alone to duel with Voldemort, to be precise, to be honest, to die. He remembered the whole process.

He even recalled the scene when Aunt Maggie visited Dursley's house for the first time. His face was swollen by his nails, and he was only two years old at that time. Under normal circumstances, he would never remember such a long time.

Under normal circumstances, he should also be angry, but at this moment, his heart was very peaceful, without any turmoil - he remembered, but he didn't have much feelings.

“Where is this?”

"Where will people go when they die?" Dumbledore asked faintly.

"I, am I dead?"

"Although it's very close to that state,... no, you're still alive, in the gap between life and death," Dumbledore said. He blinked, "Harry, I suggest you better put on your clothes, just think about it in your heart."

Harry lowered his head and found that he was not wearing a single piece of clothing. Even in this strange state, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He followed Dumbledore's advice, and as soon as the idea of ​​"clothing" flashed through his mind, a set of clothes appeared on his body.

Harry got up from the ground, and at this time he found that the mist had dissipated, and behind Dumbledore was a village.
Chapter completed!